Ballad for the Fallen Songtext
von The Audreys
Ballad for the Fallen Songtext
Here′s a ballad for the fallen
For the fighting and brawling
For the homesick, the lonely and few
For the ones who come calling
The downtrodden and crawling
This one's going straight out to you
Here′s a song for the dreamers
And late night drunken schemers
For the bruised and the busted-arse flat
For the washed up on the beaches torn apart at the seamers
This is our tip of the hat
Here's to you old rock and rollers
Now out pushing strollers
To you crooners in broken heart bands
To you lost highway rambler
And last dollar gamblers
Here's a song for us all to hold hands
Woah but all you goody two shoes
You fuckers with no blues
You hipsters and too cool for schoolers
All you over insured
And homeopathically cured
You whimperers, cowards and fools
All you snake oil sellers
And fake fortune tellers
False poets and seekers of truth
All you artists of note
Who′ve gone up in smoke
While the ratings have gone through the roof
All you straight arrow shooters
And cheap sunday suiters
You fortunate, blessed and adored
All you champions of industry
You preachers of ministry
All you beautiful, black-tied and bored
Woah all you great astronauts
And you damn smarty sorts
You heroes and over-achievers
All you industry hacks
Pat yourselves on the back
For making a fool of believers
All you ponderous weepers
And lost wallet keepers
You purveyors of doom and of gloom
This heralds the day
That you′re all swept away
Like the dust under God's mighty broom
Woah
For the fighting and brawling
For the homesick, the lonely and few
For the ones who come calling
The downtrodden and crawling
This one's going straight out to you
Here′s a song for the dreamers
And late night drunken schemers
For the bruised and the busted-arse flat
For the washed up on the beaches torn apart at the seamers
This is our tip of the hat
Here's to you old rock and rollers
Now out pushing strollers
To you crooners in broken heart bands
To you lost highway rambler
And last dollar gamblers
Here's a song for us all to hold hands
Woah but all you goody two shoes
You fuckers with no blues
You hipsters and too cool for schoolers
All you over insured
And homeopathically cured
You whimperers, cowards and fools
All you snake oil sellers
And fake fortune tellers
False poets and seekers of truth
All you artists of note
Who′ve gone up in smoke
While the ratings have gone through the roof
All you straight arrow shooters
And cheap sunday suiters
You fortunate, blessed and adored
All you champions of industry
You preachers of ministry
All you beautiful, black-tied and bored
Woah all you great astronauts
And you damn smarty sorts
You heroes and over-achievers
All you industry hacks
Pat yourselves on the back
For making a fool of believers
All you ponderous weepers
And lost wallet keepers
You purveyors of doom and of gloom
This heralds the day
That you′re all swept away
Like the dust under God's mighty broom
Woah
Writer(s): Tristan James Goodall, Taasha Danielle Coates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com